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“Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.” – The Tempest: Act 1 Sc. 2
Thus spake the Bard.
I try to seek holiness
in butterfly wings
gilded by sun-dust;
in rippled pond
where a heron meditates
on one leg for a fish;
in needle billed sunbird
that sweetens its life
from a saintly lemon blossom;
in lotus words
gathered by the truth-seekers
through the ages.
Any day could be a holy day
only if these MOAB-y Dicks
would return to where they belonged.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif Holiness / Holy Day @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Oh, how I agree with these sentiments! The descriptive lines are very beautiful,
I am laughing so loud! But I should sober up. This poem is beautiful, and it contains a rightful measure of SHOCK. May you be HEARD! It is a painful disjunction between what we can see is possible and what we see CRUNCHED instead because of those devils. Why is it so? Why both the incredible beauty and the undeserved ugliness?
😀 😀
Lo, the lock of silence has been broken …at last! 😀 The thoughts and words are fused so beautifully here, Sumana!Loved it….
Beautiful, beautiful words … and then ZING! Applause from my corner.
Your imagery is exquisite. And I so share the wish in your closing lines.
Oh, yes!! The last two lines of your poems are so right-on target. Blunt and to the point! Certain things / people have done their darnedest to ruin the holiness of so much of the beauty of nature. But we must not buy into their evil game.
I agree that any day could be a holy day.
Gorgeous poem, Sumana!
I like the play on Moby Dick LOL !
Beautifully done. 🙂
Your closing lines make me laugh…wryly, of course.
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